The waitress bantered about serious matters with the gray-haired gentleman in the next restaurant booth. He didn’t care that Bama won the NCAAFBC–only that his beloved Auburn Tigers, won the Iron Bowl. The aforementioned Tigers could lose every game, for all he cared, as long as they defeated Alabama in the Iron Bowl.
Second breakfast at a restaurant new to us. Hate to sound like a perpetual pessimist, but what was going to go wrong and ruin this new hangout? The previous favorite, closed after the Holidays. Nothing ever seemed to thrive at that location.
Would the bill be figured wrong? Would the wait staff ignore us? What about pancakes? Could they deal with someone that didn’t like syrup and butter; preferred fruit toppings–especially strawberries. Would the bacon be the right thickness? Cooked to the verge of crispness?
Perhaps it was my due to my OCD tendencies that I listened at all? The soundtrack of my life (greatest hits of the early seventies) played overhead. ELO, America, Eagles–thank goodness the anxieties from the seventies, were long gone.
It freaked people out when I recalled things from previous decades. “What happened to your gold ’88 Dodge pickup? Remember when it wouldn’t start in front of the Venture store? I pulled the air cleaner, freed the stuck choke butterfly, and it started right away. It as was cold then, as it is now.”
Fred didn’t remember. What were we doing in that old college dorm picture? My college friend didn’t know and thought the question odd. Nobody remembered such things. Details such as these weren’t important to most people. They were best left alone.
There have been some strange TV theme songs. Perhaps, the Twilight Zone theme was one of the weirdest. It did, however, seem to fit. Most people weren’t old enough to remember the theme from Peter Gunn. It was similar to the Twilight Zone theme–in that, it was bold, brassy, and to the point. “Tossed Salad & Scrambled Eggs”–the Frasier theme, may have made a point–most of which escaped me.